I have on an old tee shirt that I've worn these many years; it's threadbare, stained and torn. The dye has faded, it used to be coal black but it's lost it's rigour and the neckline's going slack. When I take it off tonight it's for the bin or cut up into rags for polishing. And I'll feel like giving thanks to this thing I spent those many years being in.
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6 replies on “An Old Friend Passing”
I feel the same way about old clothes — reluctant to let them go and pensive about all the associated memories.
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LOVE this a lot–great rhythm, and so relatable! I just bought 4 new over-size black t-shirts…they’ll probably outlive me at this point 🙂 Thanks for visiting my blog so I’d know to come over here and have a look-see 🙂
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Thank you.
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Most welcome.
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Nice blog
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Thank you
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